Alone

The pain of being
alone haunts me
in my sleep.
It runs through my
veins and in and out
of my blood.
I can feel it burning
like flames from a
campfire.
Hotter than the summer
air on my bare back.
The pain of being alone
bitters me.
I can't talk let alone
see.
I need an escape
so my eyes heavy,
they close.
My fists clench as
I pull my arm back.
I let it loose, like a
sling-shot it flies forward.
Crashing my fist against
the wall, all my pain
has become physical,
no longer emotional.
My knuckles cracked,
for now my pain of being
alone is gone.
It'll soon be back to haunt
me once again.
The pain of being alone
loves me to much to
leave me.